Inquisition

Looking at the pictures from last year's Inquistion last night inspired a vague taste of nostalgia, mixed with a subtle foreboding - kinda like an old Danny Minogue song coming on the duke box at The Oxford at 6am.

The pictures (one after the other) of House of Butch and House of Femme caused a welling-up of two conflicting emotions at once -

Nostalgia and relief.

I can't imagine anyone who reads this blog would fail to share in a certain relief that those days are over and all have moved on for the better.

That said, the time when leather, and even BDSM were still new to me was an exciting time, albeit turmultuous.
(I know my spelling is truly heinous, and no, they are not typos, they're all genuine examples of contextually freakish bad spealling.)

Anyway, it is interesting to see how Luke and I came slowly to this experience - him buying a harness, me gaining some interest in leather through the job, where previously I had little to none. To see that Ali was there last year with the two Houses, and to compare our different journeys and ways of travelling.

All this runs through my mind as I prepare for working the bar at Leather Pride Fair Day (in leather, including the Manacle vest) and for the Party itself.

All this I consider, but not as much as how to make my pvc Little Bo Peep a reality, and what dj's are playing at what venue at what time.

Girls will be girls.

Trash will be shameless.

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